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Can’t Buy Me Love…

So it’s been a while. Lately, in my copious amounts of free time (that’s total sarcasm by the way), I’ve been reading some other people’s blogs and whatnot. It’s kind of inspired me to update this thing. In reading other people’s life stories and all, though, I’ve discovered that my blog sort of took a turn for being more of a record of where I’ve been over anything else and it really wasn’t the direction I wanted to go in. I’m not going to promise that I won’t have more day by day updates, but I originally created this blog with the intent of writing more about what’s been on my mind rather than stalker information. This probably is also due to the fact that I am no longer going to awesome places every weekend, but I’m dragging this on. Another thing I noticed I tend to do which is why half the time it takes me so damn long to update!

The last few weeks have been interesting. Money seems to be on everyone’s minds. Money. Bah! I hate money. But I don’t. Who can honestly say they don’t like money? We all like it whether we want to admit it or not. We like the idea of what it can do for us. Whether that be for us to donate to charities or buy that thing we have to have or go out for dinner. Whatever.

A few weeks ago I really wanted to go out to this hibachi place for dinner, but I didn’t want to go by myself. I went to a few restaurants by myself when I was living in Germany and it’s just too awkward for me. I end up trying to talk to random people and apparently that’s not taken to too kindly there. I guess it wouldn’t be so bad if I was at a bar and got food there, but the place I wanted to go to kind of defeats the purpose if you’re not sitting at the tables! Anywho, I asked one of my friends if she wanted to come with me. She kind of made a face and then said it was a bit out of her price range. Granted, it’s no Chiptole. A main dish is somewhere in the range of $25-35. But I really wanted to go. So I offered to make it my treat. I didn’t think anything of it. Her response? “Stop rubbing the fact that you have money in my face!” All I wanted to do was grab food! I was kind of annoyed. Yeah, I do get a nice little paycheck every two weeks, but I never really thought I “threw it in people’s faces.”

Thinking about it later, I started getting pissed off at people’s reactions to money in general. I think some people who have it are obnoxious about it. But I think there are extremists in every group. And I don’t think it’s fair for anyone to get mad at me or anyone else because I have more money than them. I’ve worked for it. I am working for it. And I will continue to work for it. Not everyone is born into wealth, but using that as an excuse isn’t an acceptable reason to not make something for yourself.

The Beatles had it right and I don’t think I ever related this bit to myself before, but it rings so true for me:

Say you don’t need no diamond ring, and I’ll be satisfied.
Tell me that you want the thing that money just can’t buy.
I don’t care too much for money, money can’t buy me love.

Money’s so damn overrated. Everyone’s become so materialistic. Everyone wants this and that. I’m guilty of it too. When can I get a new phone; which overpriced camera do I want now; should I get another c-card or buy a dry suit, or both; should I get my PPL? It’s sad, but it’s what it is. But I’m also pretty cheap on other things. Going off the Beatles bit about a diamond ring? Yeah, I completely agree. First of all, diamonds aren’t that rare! They are way overpriced and they’re just so… typical. Sure, they look all sparkly and neat, but quite honestly they’re too flashy for me. Get me an opal. Something different that actually is more rare than diamonds and looks way cooler anyway. And they’re about six times cheaper than diamonds. I’m not sure why love is supposed to be expressed by how much you spent on a damn rock, but society seems to deem it so.

Just like society says we need the newest things on the market. My recruiter continues to tell me I need a new car every time I see him. My car’s starting to squeak, the passenger side and trunk still have remnants that a crowbar hit them or gunshots or whatever it was, a taillight cover is broken, the seats have seen better days, and I have the money to buy a new car. But I like my car. I have no desire to get rid of it. It’s been the only thing that has been mine and all mine and only mine for this long. I have so many memories in that car. So many road trips and heart to hearts and random midnight drives to nowhere in it. I’ll be devastated the day it no longer runs.

Another friend told me recently-ish that I use people for money. What?! I’m sorry, but that’s complete B.S. If you choose to constantly pay for things or insist that there’s no way I’m paying, I don’t think you can classify that as me using you. Not that he was referring to things between him and myself as we don’t go anywhere that requires money in the first place, but it was kind of like a punch in the gut. For a friend to make that claim, it sucked. I’m not going to argue with people who want to pay for things. But I don’t expect people to pay for me. Ever. Except maybe if it’s my birthday. But even then. I hate those people that expect things. That think they’re entitled to things because they did this or that or whatever. You’re not entitled to things: you have to earn it.

Anyway. I think there was some kind of logic to this towards the beginning, but for all of you that stuck with it to the end, thanks! Glad you’re that faithful to go through my random rants and whatever else. I tried to be concise, but we all know I’m terrible at that. And sorry if it made no sense! In short, we’ll see how long I can keep this up before life consumes me again!